Wen Mingxuan's palms couldn't stop trembling.

The little boy in red moved his lips, but in the end he didn't say a word.

She just looked at him with a bit of pity in her eyes.

as well as……

Deserve it.

Yue Lao avoided Wen Mingxuan's eyes, but Wen Mingxuan leaned forward slightly, feeling full of pressure.

"Tell me, what does this mean??" Wen Mingxuan almost didn't dare to think about the truth.

Yue Lao's heart trembled slightly.

Is this really Emperor Junhua?

Is he the most impartial and selfless emperor in heaven, without any personal feelings?

"The lack of love means that she will not be tempted by anyone in this life."

"But if she meets someone who is more important than her life, she will fall in love again. But there is only one chance."

"Once it wilts for the second time, it will never be reborn again in all the reincarnations."

"Or if you practice cultivation and ascend, transcending reincarnation, you will never be born again." Yue Lao looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes trembling and his body swaying slightly.

The little boy curled his lips: "When you came here, there were actually red spots faintly appearing on her arms. That was a sign that the roots of love were about to break through."

"Think about it, one day, it will be the time when her love roots will sprout again and be reborn."

Wen Mingxuan suddenly covered his chest and made a desperate sound in his throat.

There seemed to be thousands of cold rays of light flashing through his heart, stabbing him to pieces.

"The second day?"

"The second day?" Wen Mingxuan looked at the child fiercely, and the child hid behind Yue Lao in horror at his gaze.

"Once the red light appears, the roots of love will emerge within twelve hours."

"Look at your withered acacia bean, it happened to sprout on the second night. It just corresponds to the rebirth of love roots."

Wen Mingxuan was startled, then smiled.

Smiling and laughing, tears fell down.

The night of the second day.

The next night was when he and Xiao Yu'er got married.

That night, she kept asking him: Do you really choose to hold hands with me for the rest of your life? Then I will give you a chance."

An opportunity.

A chance given by her.

"I killed her when her love was reborn, when she loved me the most!" Wen Mingxuan murmured in a low voice, his heart almost hurting so much that he couldn't breathe.

That was the only chance she gave her.

Wen Mingxuan almost fainted and couldn't see clearly. He held on for a breath before he managed to stand up.

At this moment, he was completely pale, with no trace of rosiness on his face.

His lips trembled violently.

The little child showed no sympathy at all.

When the root of love dries up for the second time, it takes death of heart to do it. Who does this man do it to?

It's definitely not innocent.

Yue Lao couldn't bear to see him like this, and was also afraid of Emperor Junhua's revenge after he ascended to the throne.

He immediately said, "Actually, the love between children is a small love. The love of all people in the world is the great love."

"Master Dao, I see that your talent is outstanding and you are a first-rate talent. If you practice hard, you will definitely ascend within a hundred years."

"Why bother obsessing over your children's personal relationship?"

Yue Lao looked at him eagerly.

The little child looked like he had seen a ghost.

You are Yue Lao!

Yue Lao felt bitter in his heart, he didn't dare to interfere with this person's marriage.

For such a powerful person, his marriage is determined by fate, and he has no control over the marriage line.

Wen Mingxuan didn't say a word, he only took out the dried red bean and held it in his palm.

He staggered outside.

"Master Dao, you forgot to take the acacia bean sprouts." Seeing that there was a porcelain bowl full of sprouts on the table, the little boy hurriedly brought them over.

Wen Mingxuan didn't even look back, he just raised his hand and waved.

The acacia beans flew directly out of the little child's hands.

The porcelain bowl hit the wall, clicked, and shattered.

The acacia bean fell to the ground and took root. The little red bean burrowed into the soil crazily, and then grew wantonly around the wall.

In just an instant, the acacia beans had covered the entire wall.

The little children were shocked to see it.

"Master..."

Yue Lao only glanced at it, then frowned and sighed softly.

"I'm afraid it's not good."

Wen Mingxuan went down the mountain without looking back.

When he appeared again, Granny Yang had already prepared the meal.

Little Cherry squatted at the door and waited, while Mo Ling held the food with a gentle look on her face.

"Wen Mingxuan, where's Sister Xiao Yu'er? Why didn't you come back together?" Xiao Yingying was dressed like a young woman. She was once an innocent and timid girl, but now she is confident and radiant, and she is living a very good life at a glance.

She stepped on her feet and looked behind Wen Mingxuan, with uncontrollable disappointment in her eyes.

Wen Mingxuan did not answer her.

Holding only the red beans, we went all the way to the back mountain.

"Hey, hey, you haven't told me about sister Xiao Yu'er yet." Little Cherry stomped her feet in anger.

Wen Mingxuan stood in front of the grave, squatted down, and knelt in front of the grave.

He picked up the board from the ground.

Gently rubbing the black words on it, Wen Mingxuan's wife.

How ridiculous.

He killed her and erected a monument to Wen Mingxuan's wife.

She has a higher talent and is affected by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. She is afraid that she will enter the Tao early.

But she always stayed by his side.

Wash your hands, make soup, and learn to be a wife.

She looked forward to becoming his bride and gave up her endless longevity and cultivation for him.

I want to be an ordinary wife quietly.

Wen Mingxuan's face was full of bitterness, what had he done?

That day, she lay in the grave, feeling so sad in her heart.

The roots of love that emerged from the ground were cut off together with her life.

puff.

Wen Mingxuan spit out a mouthful of blood.

The throat is full of fishy sweetness.

He lay on the dirt and whispered in pain: "Xiao Yu'er... Xiao Yu'er, I regret it."

"I regret it."

"Fish..." He lay on the mound and shivered.

The arrogant young Taoist huddled up in a ball in pain at this moment.

It was as if he was hugging his newlywed wife who was heartbroken that day.

Thunder rolled, the dark clouds closed, and it rained heavily in an instant.
To be continued...